[Harsh, Station Master, everyone thought you were a cool dude. Another goblin goes flying and is face first into the fence before crumpling to the ground. Arty comes trotting up, wiping the sweat from his ripped chest and making sure his facial hair isn't too mussed up. Darkleer pats him on the hindquarters fondly before looking back to the Station Master.]
Well, we really should be going. I hope your cookies come out well- which reminds me, Arty was kind enough to milk himself and leave a few bottles in the bag as well. I'm sure you'll find they go with baked goods much better than the milk one usually finds in Vatheon.
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[Harsh, Station Master, everyone thought you were a cool dude. Another goblin goes flying and is face first into the fence before crumpling to the ground. Arty comes trotting up, wiping the sweat from his ripped chest and making sure his facial hair isn't too mussed up. Darkleer pats him on the hindquarters fondly before looking back to the Station Master.]
Well, we really should be going. I hope your cookies come out well- which reminds me, Arty was kind enough to milk himself and leave a few bottles in the bag as well. I'm sure you'll find they go with baked goods much better than the milk one usually finds in Vatheon.